“It was I who kissed you. Should I be the one checking if you are offended?” “I’m not offended,” Raphael said quickly. “Quite…quite the contrary. I am glad.” A giddy jump in his pulse had Milan almost rushing to his husband, but he managed to restrain himself. Raphael cleared his throat. “I was wondering if you will allow me to court you,” he said, a flush rising to his cheeks. Milan gaped. “Court me? But we are married.” “Yes, but…I would like to know you, your mind, and to be sure that you are with me because you are willing, because…”
